13220/Some Knights...

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Some Knights...
Date of Scene: 07 May 2021
Location: China Basin, Old Gotham
Synopsis: When a Beacon goes off in Gotham, Nightwing and Red Robin investigate. Bad guys pull an odd disappearing act.
Cast of Characters: Sparrowhawk, Red Robin, Nightwing




Sparrowhawk has posed:
    Some nights you really wish you were still a barrista at an overpriced in-office coffee bar and not a crime fighter.

    It had been a normal patrol; the figure in gray called Sparrowhawk to match the orange-tinted and blue slashes at her shoulders had sent out a silent signal of alert before it was abruptly cut off. The location of last contact was a densely built complex of warehouses that had been at different times fire-hazard artist colonies, a slaughter house that had been axed when they found it was dumping more than animal blood in the river, and most recently the cheap location of some punk rock clubs visited by less-than-savory figures.

    There's a drizzly sort of rain over the city, and the wind coming off the rivers was wet and cold. Might complicate any fighting outdoors.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake was doing his patrols on the other end of town, trusting Sparrow hawk on her own, specially since Bruce was called out of town. So he was chatting with her a bit and when they lost contact he gave her five minutes or so, but not hearing from her, he has turned around and is heading towards her last local with haste.

Nightwing has posed:
Dick Grayson has recently returned to the city full time, after spending some time in Bludhaven, continuing the endless work of cleaning the bloody streats of that corrupt city. Gotham always calls him home, though, and now he's doing a bit of roof-running, the damp slicking down his hair. He's grown it out a bit long now.

When he catches the figure of Sparrowhawk in the dim reflection of neon off of the clubs, he fires a line and swings over, somersaulting to land easily on his feet in that natural acrobatic way he has, landing in a classic hero's pose.

"Hi." he says with a crooked grin.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    Nightwing swings in a moment before Red Robin does. The gray figure gives a wan smile beneath her hood and domino, and lifts up her hand from her shoulder. There's blood staining the dark gray of the kevlar on her chest, showing the already healing wound to Dick and Tim before she covers it back up.

    "Situation is a bit hot." she explains with a wince, and moves to the side of the building. There are some armed guards stationed with high-power rifles, definitely funded better than the rank-and-file on the street. They're wearing red armbands.

    They came careening down a side alleyway, bumping into walls and have been shooting at anything that moves." she explains to the two, "I happened to get a very flighty one."

     She winces, and then pulls a chunk of metal out, twisting her finger around it and tucking it away. Wouldn't do to leave evidence, right?

    "There are two hostages, bound and gagged. Look to be female or a female and a young male. Entry points are back door -- riverside door -- and top through the glass skylight. Presently the night club's closed down. Gee, wonder why."

    she turns to Tim and to Dick a moment, eyebrows rising up behind her domino. "Any ideas?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks to her, and does check on her but once she reassures him, he nods to this. He listens to her, and pulls a robin-a-rang from his belt tosses it into the air, and it jets off on it's own heading to give them a look through said skylight.

Nightwing has posed:
Dick Grayson frowns, "Well. Guess I really am back in Gotham, huh?" he says with a wry grin, putting his hands on his hips.

"Do you know the locations of the shooters? Red Robin and I can take them out quietly, so we can make an entry without getting our butts shot up. Looks like you've had enough of that for one night, huh, kid?" he says, gently patting Sparrowhawk on the shoulder. "It's also okay if you're hurting and need to sit this one out. I know Batman always makes you walk it off, but sometimes, getting hurt is getting hurt."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Presently, the two in front. There's five more in the building with high powered, two with hand guns, I presume. Unless they're ninjas, maybe." Sparrowhawk looks amused, and she shifts her shoulder a bit.

    "I'll be all right. It's already mostly healed now, a flash of her dark skin beneath the gray of the kevlar armor.

    "Just /itches/ like crazy."

    The younger of the three looks over the scene as she shakes her head with a slight grin.

    The drone, on the other side, through the skylight would see a mostly empty area. There are two guards patrolling catwalks, both armed with the rifles.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks to his wrist and the mini screen there. "Your five inside, counting the two on the catwalks, or were they out of sight?" He asks to get confirmation on the numbers of how many are inside. "Thinking one from the front, one from the back, and one from the skylight, or all three in the skylight to get the back guys before they realize we are there?

Nightwing has posed:
Dick Grayson smiles, "Skylight sounds like a good plan. They won't be expecting it and it's very dramatic. Never underestimate the intimidating power of making a big scene," he says.

He makes sure that Red Robin shows them what he's scouted with the drone, then nods to the others, swinging over to land on the roof of the club and urging the others to do the same.

"Best if we do it in synch, both for intimidation and so that nobody gets caught left behind as an open target."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Back to back to back -- I'll *try* not to flip anyone over. Again." Phoebe gives a wry smile beneath the domino, and she swings over to the roof of the club, following Nightwing.

    She lands with nary a sound, her hood pulled over her head and hiding her face well as she stretches her fingers, waiting for Tim.
    She wrinkles her nose slightly.

    "I'll never get that smell out of the armor--" before she glances to the two others.

    "On three?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will fasten a line to a spot on the roof. "You two both his all the way down, I have a delay on here should put me on level witht he cartwalks, and will take them on the way down." He offers, pulling two robin-a-rang from his utility belt, waiting for the go.

Nightwing has posed:
Dick Grayson nods to Red Robin, "You've got this," he says, doing his best to cheerlead the younger hero before he looks to Sparrowhawk, "I go left, you go right. Aim for the vital parts, try to disable them as quickly as you can. Don't linger, but make sure the job is done, too. Our priority has to be the hostages. The sooner they're secured, the sooner we can cut loose and clean up the mess."

He braces for a moment and then holds up his fingers to count down. 1...2...3...*CRASH*

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Did I loose that much blood, or is Nightwing giving us a solid order?" Sparrowhawk gives a smile, feeling particularly chatty, --

    But on three, she's ready. The window shatters. There's a rapport of gunfire from the two on the catwalk.

    There's a scream from one of the hostages below.

    Phoebe goes right, adn there's the flash of light as she extends her own staff and gets to work.

    There are the two gunmen, who with the glass flashing everywehre, and the light from the muzzles of the firearms flashing off the sparkling of glass, catching neon glances from the signage next door.

    As Nightwing lands, there is one of the gunmen with the rifle to his side. He raises his gun and takes aim -- but not at any of the heroes -- at one of the hostages!

    The hostages are to the side. One has an injury on their head that looks superficial. The other is awake and screaming, stomping her feet and pleading for help.

    The two on the catwalk are pointing their weapons at Nightwing and Sparrowhawk below.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake 's grapple stops him at the level of the catwalks. He tosses one robin-a-rangs at each of the catwalk guys, hitting them with the taser loaded objects, to put both men down. He looks about the room, trying to get a look on where people are. He will head down towards the hostages while the other two go after goons.

Nightwing has posed:
Dick Grayson flicks one of his wingdings, the sharp point of it piercing the writs of the man about to shoot a hostage, the force of the impact also knocking aside the shot if he manages to pull the trigger before dropping the weapon.

He trusts that Red Robin has the catwalk in hand and doesn't worry about the snipers up above. He keeps track of Sparrhowhawk out of the corner of his eye, knowing she's the least experienced and already probably more hurt than she's letting on. He lashes out with a spinning kick, sending one of the other gunmen to the ground as he gets his bearings.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    Sparrowhawk appears to be doing just fine, in spit eof having been shot earlier, there's a quick disarm, and a firm lesson of why guys should wear cups if they're doing bad things in Gotham. No holds are barred.

    The two on the catwalks are zapped, one pulling the trigger and filling the ceiling with holes before he collapses in electric shock.

    The first gunman gives a loud cry out as the wingding hits his hand, making him drop the weapon. The second goon's weapon goes flying with that spinning kick, and there's another, swift rapport of gunfire from a hand gun from the other side of the room.

    Sparrowhawk takes care of the gunman there by knocking his hand with her staff, followed with a swift, spinning hi-kick, delivering a foot to the face.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake dives towards the hostages knocking them onto their sides to make them a smaller target. He pulls his cape off, and covers them with it telling the one who is awake "Stay still and under this." He hopes the bullet resistant weave will help keep them safe. He moves up to a knee, scanning the room, to see if any goons are unaccounted for.

Nightwing has posed:
Dick Grayson keeps low, rolling along the floor and throwing a sweep at another goon, following up by grabbing the back of his head and making sure to bounce it off the floor a few times.

He kips back up again, "Hey, guys, if it isn't obvious, we're kicking your asses, maybe just give up and save yourself a few concussions, huh?" he says, giving a nod to the others. These kids are alright.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    Most everyone except the hostages are down.

    And then, there is a soft 'woooshing' noise.

    And all of the gunmen disappear, slowly dissolving into black smoke and ashes, and then to nothing, slowly melting out of existence as if they had never been there.

    The hostages are still beneath Tim's cape, the one who was awake is crying.

    Sparrowhawk teeters slightly, and she takes a few steps away.

    The room smells now like burning meat. That awful, unseasoned, sickly-sweet charring of flesh, like the taste of an electrical burn on your tongue. Oily and acrid -- and then it was gone, fading like a bad dream.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will check on the hostages as the goons go poof. The young man makes sure that the hostages aint been booby traped now that the chance of them getting shot is reduced.

Nightwing has posed:
Dick Grayson runs a hand back through his hair. "Well. That was...something. Either those were some sort of magic ninja type guys or they were like those little minions from Marvin the Martian where you dropped a freeze-dried minion pellet in some water and they just...y'know what, never mind. Let's get these people to safety."

He looks around to see if they left any residue (or any weapons), both wanting to make sure things are cleaned up and looking for any clues they may have left behind.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    THe weapons are all still there. A couple of them even had knives that were left behind, along with a greasy residue.

    The two hostages are okay, the one that's awake speaks only Cantonese, but explains they were grabbed from a tourist rest stop -- in New York City -- and brought here. The beat-up one is her sister.

    Phoebe seems bewildered, and her eyes narrow a moment more, before she turns back to the others.

    "We'll have to take the information from the domino and analyze it. I want to see if there were energy fluxuations when they were struck. That... that wasn't--"

    Sparrowhawk teeters again. "... that was a first."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will motion Sparrow hawk over to let her help calm the hostages, knowing her aura should help them feel better and calmer as well. "They are speaking cantonese, you should be able to use channel 7 to translate for you." He offers her a smile and says "You did good." He looks up to see if the tasered guys poofed as well, and does get samples of anything left.

Nightwing has posed:
Dick Grayson takes a note of any markings on the weapons. He'll leave them for the cops. "Freeze dried or magick, they got these weapons from somewhere. If we can find who their dealer is, we might have a shot at tracking them down. Or at least whoever sent them," he says.

"And yeah, all that stuff you just said," he smiles to Phoebe. "Cantonese, huh? Might be worth checking in on the tongs, then. Hope Lynx or King Snake aren't back in town."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    The tasered guys are also poofed.

    Robin's batarangs are laying on the catwalks where the two fell. It is exactly with the same oily residue.

    "You'll be all right--" Phoebe gives a serene smile.

    "The police are on their way. I've already let them know they'll need a translator. " she smiles, and the injured one begins to stir. Her head wound is healing rapidly.

    "All will be well." Sparrowhawk says -- and that's about the time that the red and whites of ambulences, and the blue sof Gotham's other finest start lighting up the walls.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will make sure the samples and any trace of the bat family are taken. He directs the other two to head out the way they came, so to keep the bat mystery going. Once on the roof, and grappling towards another building, he will look to them, and says "We want to grab some take out , and hit one of the gargoyles?

Nightwing has posed:
Dick Grayson grins, "Y'know, there's a good Cantonese restaurant about three blocks north. Probably not related and, frankly, I need noodles," he says, firing his own grapple up, "I'm buyin'."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Noods and Broods, coming up." Phoebe gives a small sound of a laugh as she follows, looking back with concern at the mostly empty room as men come in to clear it.

    And then, like smoke, the trio of vigilantes are gone to the winds, in search of noodles.